Ever since her goodbye…
The help has come and gone…
The one chair rocks by its self…
We hear foot steps, when no one is there.
We never see a shadow as the chair moves…
We hear humming and singing…
The dog and the cats will sit for hours,
just staring at knowing…
On moonlight nights and foggy mornings,
we will on occasion see a shape.
It was her chair and it will always be…
#love, #passing, memories
A Poet's Haven 
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